The Astronomers Tell Us That Other Planets

There Are ... Just Two Kinds Of Girls. Those Who Go Down Town Saturday Nights, And Those Who Don't.

Your Idea Of Bliss Is To Wake Up On A Monday Morning Knowing You Haven't A Single Engagement For The Entire Week. You Are Cradled In A White Paper Cocoon Tied Up With Typewriter Ribbon.

Writing, To Be Memorable, Must Be Done In A State Of Impassioned Serenity.

Perhaps Too Much Of Everything Is As Bad As Too Little.

I Don't Know What It Is That Makes A Writer Go To His Desk In His Shut-off Room Day After Day After Year After Year Unless It Is The Sure Knowledge That Not To Have Done The Daily Stint Of Writing That Day Is Infinitely More Agonizing Than To Write.